8

Dash

"Is this how it’s going to be!" Angelo snapped at me as he followed me into my office. “Dash!”

I had found him waiting for me at the front of the house when I got back from the woods, he seemed to have been waiting there for a long time but I seemed to have been standing there for what I assumed to be a long time.

Not bothering to respond I attempted to slam the door in his face but he held it, and I groaned, he was like a fly over food, he just wasn’t willing to go away.

“Dash Kingston!” He yelled attempting to grab onto my arm but I sensed it and quickly moved my arm from his reach.

“Do you not get it, I don’t want to speak to me, leave me the hell alone!” I snapped turning to face him. Anger was coursing through my veins, I was annoyed, he just had to ruin my day with a reminder of everything that had transpired over the past couple of days. So much for better days, am I right.